Lyrian looked at the boy with a nonchalant expression, "He was denied access since I'm more important than him according to the lady at the front desk." Lyrian retorted.
The 8 people sitting inside of the room were impressed by his gutsy attitude, as the young man resembling Ounis Raten gritted his teeth in irritation.
At that moment, Lyrian turned to the older man who said he owned the establishment, "Hey, can you get me some food? The best stuff you got." Lyrian ordered, seeing good food around the table.
He wouldn't want to waste an opportunity to eat here since it wouldn't bother him in his work anyways.
The older man seemed a bit surprised at those words as he stammered, "M-me? You're saying that to me?" He asked with a slightly nervous chuckle.
A few young women and men laughed a bit at his words as Lyrian retorted, "Yeah, you own the place, don't you? That means you work here. Who else am I supposed to ask?"
